My Kung Fu

Lyrics

[Intro: Mos Def] Baba-baba-baba-baba-baba, you been so good to me When I was a little boy you were the only one I wanted to be To be like Pa Duke and Ma Duke How much I love the both of you I know all the strain we been through But it's of no consequence cause we're comin through [Verse 1: Mos Def] Check it I first studied my kung fu in the Brackalack In the center of the shrine inside the grocery shack This had to be about ten years back Before I ever even heard of a 24 track (Right) Talkin' about you was an MC was not the move 'Cause if you said you had skill, well then you had to show and prove And if there ever was a party, son, yo, I would set it And tell the DJ run the beat from ("Ultra Magnetic") I grab the mic and then I leave the party buzzin' Telling all the honeys I was Slick Rick's cousin When I knew I wasn't, but I had no shame Pa, you know the name, the Mos always had game (Ha, ha!) Back in the day of the Rap Attack When brothers knew how to act, before Glocks and crack And Vandy C was doin' radio shows And "crossover" meant that you wore your mom's clothes When Sweet G was talkin' about the "Games" that "People Play" I used to sit back and say, "Yeah, indeed, someday" And as I grew older, my kung fu grew better Instead of shootin' the humbles I was shootin' all nets And now my time has come And now Hip-Hop's an industry polluted by bums! Posin' with guns and puffin' mad blunts Aiyyo, brothers just started rhymin' last month (Ain't that somethin'?!) They gettin' fat deals on any major label When they only seen other people hold the mic cable Five years ago when we was dancin' house When the DJ played Hip-Hop, then you walked out But now you're hard, talkin' about you paid mad dues I used to see your ass abused, wearin' platform shoes I ain't confused! Who you think you're foolin with that get-up? You ain't genuine, so don't waste your time (Heh) Riffing over here, 'cause there ain't no chance That you could break the sand, son, you ain't that advanced Times are getting critical across the land Don't revive the b-boy, introduce the b-man - understand? The M-O-S D is who I am, now check it out, y'all [Hook: Ces, DCQ, & Mos Def] "My kung fu!" is the style you haven't mastered "My kung fu!" is the style you haven't mastered "My kung fu!" is the style you haven't mastered "My kung fu!" is the style you haven't mastered [Verse 2: DCQ (Mos Def)] At the age of 18, made a little money And I needed some advice on how to live my life Was goin' through strife, people couldn't understand That I was comin into my own, becomin' a man I had to have a plan, 'cause I know what I'm here for So I can't waste time, y'all Gotta be on the ball and represent for my peeps (Where?) In the streets! I make beats and kick facts over fat tracks It's all of that from the Brackalack (Uh-huh) Going through problems as a adolescent (Right) A lot of troubles and turmoils, there were persistent And I know that I stutter But it don't matter, 'cause I'm a bad – I flip a verse either backwards, sideways (Uh-huh) I rocks my sh** from here, Mondays, Fridays, Saturdays And I get a weekend off My sh** ain't soft ("Well, excuse me, baby") You paid your dues, 'cause I'm the boss The motherf****n' Bruce Springsteen and Diana Ross (Ah) Because they know what the time is I rock my **** for the fly kids, b-men, bouncin' bass bombastics Kick it drastic, you'll get tossed like an ash, kid (Haha!) Youknowmsayin? [Hook: Ces, DCQ, & Mos Def] "My kung fu!" is the style you haven't mastered "My kung fu!" is the style you haven't mastered (Sing it, children) "My kung fu!" is the style you haven't mastered (Yeah) "My kung fu!" is the style you haven't mastered (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 3: Ces, (Mos Def)] Well, I'm sleek And I freak a beat For you and your peeps To bump inside your jeeps Your Acura, Honda, or whatever Pump it in the Benzi and get your head together Strolling down the F.D.R.  Playing the microphone star Deep in your car With the thump-diddy-thump-da-thump-da-thump-thump-thump Pop up the trunk and let the bass bump If you ain't got a ride, well, that's alright Let the U. keep you company on your hike (True) Trekking down the ave with your headphones on Take 'em off for a sec, you'll still feel gone You're pressin rewind, many, many times I must rock the mic 'cause it's only right (Ha) Comin' right up off of Eastern ground This is how you get down, I hope you like the sound Thermo offering number 1 There's more in store, there's more to come We far from done, no, the show ain't over So when we comin through, don't say I never told ya That – [Hook: Ces, DCQ, & Mos Def] "My kung fu!" is the style you haven't mastered "My kung fu!" is the style you haven't mastered "My kung fu!" is the style you haven't mastered (Ah!) "My kung fu!" is the style you haven't mastered (I like it, I love it!) [Outro: Mos Def] It's like that, don't stop It's like that, and you don't stop It's like that, ya, ya, dabba-doo-da-dabba-doo-da, yeah... Yeah... (Clap your hands, y'all) Yeah... yeah, yeah, yeah... (Everybody just clap your hands, y'all)